Jackson

what tiny wants to put here for a moon First published in Uneven Floor, July 2016 Read more

The horse snorts and bucks and pulls at the reins But I am not the horse I’m not his rider either jouncing her brain up and down trying to recite calm words I am the trees and posts beside the path, the stones, the earth beneath the hooves, the sky within which he moves Not Read more

“… trying to touch the hub / between the spokes, the doorway / between the jambs, the pause // between the breaths, the ma / between the fragment / and the phrase”. Read more

Erasure from the Zhuangzi translated by Thomas Merton out     a hand down     a foot a knee like a dance     what is Tao? when I first began I would see me all in one mass after three years I saw but now I see with the eye free to work space finds its own way I cut no joint Read more

There once was a cat in a box who may have been dead or may not. There was no way to tell— then she started to smell. That poor collapsed cat in a box. Read more